Signs

Okay, so we are still here. We are okay. We are just so sad, because her presence is so truly missed. The house is so quiet. Since she died we really haven't spent much time at home. It's not that Baylor was a loud dog, on the contrary she was quite the lady. But Chris and I were "loud" with her around. We were always talking to her, about her, even for her. So the house is certainly quiet, it almost echoes. And I find myself constantly looking for her, waiting for her. Yet some moments I am overcome with a such a sense of peace and comfort. I believe that God gives us many signs, whether or not we see them, well, that is entirely up to us. But this past week God has blatantly showed His love for us and for our dog. As I was driving down the expressway the other day, with the sun glaring in my eyes, I passed a truck with Baylor Trucking on the side. I had to slow down to make sure I wasn't imagining it. Sure enough, in green and gold was that truck. March Madness is upon us, and for the first time in 51 years, Baylor University won a post season game in men's basketball, and they continue to win...Go Bears. People at work have come up to me, people I didn't even realize knew that we had a dog and have offered their sympathy and shared stories of their loved furry friends. And then amazingly enough, a family that I take care of in the hospital, (they have two lovely premature girls) has been praying for us. As if they don't have enough going on in their lives, they have still acknowledged our loss and we certainly feel their prayers. Thank you Gibbs! I am certainly not saying that I don't miss her every minute, but I still believe that God is good. He gave us the joy of Baylor's life and the grace to mourn her death. And good family and friends through it all.